Spring is coming.
The pear tree blooms.
Each blossom lacy.
Its glory looms.
Each petal a snow flake
Falling in the breeze.
As small green fists
Push out on the trees.
The leaves on branches
In wonder they bring
Sounds of their coming
For birds of the spring.
It has been an unusual week. I took this picture on Tuesday when it was 73 degrees. On Wednesday we had snow, something almost unheard of in Tucson.
But my daffodils are showing yellow about ready to bloom.
I hope your winter is almost over too. Can you write a poem about the coming of spring? What does spring mean to you? Robins? Paperwhites? Violets? Tree frogs singing? Have fun writing your poem.
Poetry Friday roundup is hosted this week by Sheri Doyle at sheridoyle.blogspot.com Thank you, Sheri. I enjoyed reading about your Dad. My father-in-law had his 92nd birthday today.
73 degrees...oh, how I wish! We're supposed to get another foot of snow here this weekend, ugh. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWe can have 73 & then snow the next day, too Joy-all the winter long! I know spring must be on its way, but we have quite a few weeks before the daffodils show yellow! Thanks for the lovely pear tree blossoming poem. I like the idea of 'small green fists'. FYI-I have linked to you today because I wrote some minute poems from your challenge earlier. Thanks for all you share!
ReplyDeleteGreat Linda,
DeleteI'm pleased that you are exploring that form. I hope you enjoyed the writing.
Your poem makes me yearn for the glories of Soring, which seems very far away at the moment, here in New Jersey!
ReplyDeleteYes Tara,
DeleteJust reading the words New Jersey makes me shiver. I've had goldfinch at my feeder this morning and hummingbirds at their feeder. I wish I could send you some of our sunshine--I'll have to do it with words.
Try repeating this, like the waves coming and going--
Beach,
Beach,
Beach.
Do you feel warmer already?
Joy,
ReplyDeleteThis photo takes my breath away. LOVELY! Thank you!
Thank you, Linda.
DeleteI was pleased with how that photo turned out too.
Aren't our digital cameras wonderful?
Thank you for bringing us spring! I am afraid we are not done with winter yet over here - wintery mix expected tonight - but I saw pussy willows in bloom on the way to work this morning!
ReplyDeleteAh, thank you for giving me pussy willows today. How wonderful and velvety soft.
DeleteWOW! I love knowing that spring is coming SOMEWHERE! We're crusted in ice today!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary Lee.
DeleteI'm shivering just thinking of crusted ice.
Hey, but it is Friday and such a great day for poetry.
Thanks for your comment.
Thanks for the little taste of Spring, Joy. I like "each petal a snowflake" -- as it represents both seasons, a period of transition. :)
ReplyDeleteNext time you're dusting with powdered sugar you can think of the blooming pear tree. Oh, have you ever dipped pear slices in lemon juice and then sugar? I want to try this. Thanks for a great idea. I am a foodie.
Delete"Each petal like a snowflake" is more like " each snowflake like a petal" here in Maine...sigh!
ReplyDeleteDonna, I'm so sorry. You're being hit with another storm this weekend too. Isn't this the third one in a row?
DeleteI like the "small green fists."
ReplyDeleteIn Chapel Hill when the trees "came out" in spring the leaves often looked neon. It was quite amazing. One week everything would look bleak and empty and then almost over night we'd have a week of little fists and then suddenly everything would be in full bloom. Bradford pears, pink and white dogwoods. The trees are so plentiful on the campus of UNC that when they drop it is like small pink snowbanks occurring along the walkways.
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